Cosmo sat at his lonely little snackbar, all leaned up against the counter. Whenever he saw someone walk past him, he called out to them, offering chips and juice and whatnot, but they always hurry away instead of buying anything. He sighed in sadness as the slow day continued. He won't make enough money this week if this goes on. This planet is a damn bust.

He saw someone walk by again. Looking up, Cosmo desperately called out, "Hey, looking for something to eat?"